Killed the mood a bit, that did. I checked the condom and saw that indeed it had done its job and done it well. She kept moaning about baby this and baby that and saying "Yeah... yeah... yeah..." over and over like she was crazy. I wasn't about to leave her there, so I stayed over and we cuddled for the rest of the night.

When I woke in the morning, she was already awake, staring at me, next to me in bed.

"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning!" she beamed, "I was just picturing what our baby would look like. The one growing inside of me."

I made up some excuse and I left. That was a while ago and I haven't been in touch with her since then, and she never wrote me with news of a birth. Maybe she made it up, after all.

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What? Did she not know you were wearing a condom? Did she try to poke holes in it without you knowing? Also, just FYI, it's always a good idea to wear a condom if you're not in a totally committed, headed for marriage relationship because you never know. There are also diseases in addition to possible pregnancy. Okay, down from my box of soap.

Can I jump up on that soap box for a second? As the mother of a boy, I cautioned him to dump the contents of the used condom into the toilet , and if possible, rinse it with water before tossing it in the trash.

I have known of women so desperate to hook a guy that they use the contents to impregnate themselves after the guy throws it away. I didn't want that for my son's future, so as uncomfortable as it was to have me warn him, it's worth it.

Thanks, Tanette. My son was mortified that I bought it up, but because I raised him by myself, it was up to me to have that type of talk with him. I want him in a good stable relationship, preferably married, before children enter his life.

I also tried to raise him to treat women right so he doesn't end up divorced like his mother. I want his future wife to be the most content, secure woman around so that any babies that come along are raised in a two-parent home with lots of love.

At the risk of sounding like a broken record this story reminds me of my third date with Steve. Again he didn't even stop the car fully, just slid by & asked " Do you grow babies inside you on a first date? Didn't think so!" This time I lunged at him with my junk but he just drove off and left me there, empty wombed. Steve for the record I'm going to push a finger into the

op, by the way did you know that there is 3% chance that sperm can escape from condoms? so even if you think that it did it job well 3% still swam past the condom. it on the condom! you are also an idiot op.

Hello! I'm digging this method a lot actually.. usually I just hug my knees and rock back and forth repeating "north, south, east, west" with increasing agitation until they decide to bug out, but I may just try this baby thing...

Yellow card for Peggy! Please try to make your comments less intelligent and sane on this forum. If you want to say something meaningful that actually touches the emotional core of my cold black heart, at least try to end it next time with "...fat bitch!" so that you don't rattle my perspective of the universe so much.

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